The cries for help came from the depths of the wall of fog, full of energy, high and clear, and slightly noisy.

"Now, should we go to save people?" Barrett asked the people around him.

"You are an adventurer, and you have more experience in dealing with unexpected and unknown situations than we do. "So, I suggest that you be in the lead in this makeshift procession." It turned to look at the little mage, "What do you say, Master Theodore?"

"I'm okay with that. Theodore Shinkin spread his hands and said, "I'm not good at anything but magic and literature. ”

You should get rid of the previous one as well, Barrett was very unkind in his heart.

The remaining two obviously did not disagree, "In that case, it's up to you to decide what we do." The parrot flew up from the young man's shoulder and circled over the heads of the crowd.

"Then let's go in the direction of the sound and be careful along the way. Barry nodded and took over, "Phyllis, please pay attention to our surroundings and behind us. ”

The brute had a weapon in his hand and walked towards the wall of fog at a rapid pace. He wasn't sure how long the person asking for help would last, judging by the sound, it seemed that he could hold on for a long time, but it was also possible that in the next moment, the sound would stop abruptly like a frog that had been trampled on.

As Barrett approached, the wall of fog continued to disperse in front of him, and the scene ahead gradually became richer.

The green grass sprawled into a primeval jungle, with towering ancient trees and strange trees appearing one after another, and thick aerial roots piercing into the ground from mid-air, like the withered claws of some craggy monster. The bark and aerial roots are covered with lichens, mosses, and green vines. Venus flytraps and wolftail grass were trampled under the feet of boots, stalks and humulus scraped the people's clothing, crisscrossing creeping plants and slippery leaves made it much more difficult.

A flock of turtledoves perched on oil palm trees were startled when Barrett and others passed by, fluttering their wings and flying into the distance; two chipmunks squatted on the branches of the oak trees, looking curiously at the crowd with their black eyes; and a black and yellow black snake hovering along the oak tree, seemingly aimed at the two "onlookers" who were watching the excitement......

Barrett took a deep breath, a hint of putrid ferment in the fresh air—the smell of dirt beneath his feet. He plucked another wild blueberry from the bush beside him, looked at it closely, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. The sweet and sour juice of blueberries bursts out in the mouth, and there is a fresh scent of wheat grass.

Could it all be illusion? He asked himself in his mind, but the answer was unknown.

"This jungle is like my hometown. Phyllis the parrot sighed from mid-air, "It's just that my hometown doesn't have so many dracaena trees. ”

As soon as the words of the exclamation fell, the parrot became angry again, "Get out of here, you rough guy, the old lady is not something you can soak, be careful that I blow your head." ”

Barrett looked up and saw a red and blue parrot much smaller than Phyllis, pecked away by Phyllis angrily.

This parrot, which always seemed very sensible, and showed a little gentle from time to time, still had such a fiery side?

A babbling stream crossed the path ahead. The stream was not too wide, and Barrett leaped over it, and the young bard tapped it twice on his toes, and passed it without a hitch, while the little mage waded slowly.

The stream didn't reach Theodore Shinkin's knees, making him shiver involuntarily, "I should have prepared a few more magical trinkets with 'flying arts'." The little mage complained, "It's not enough to use it only once a day." ”

"Or you can be a little taller, like my big uncle. "The little ghost 'sincerely' suggested.

"I'm a clever and learned dwarf! Have you ever seen a dwarf as tall as a barbarian?" the little mage retorted, carrying his wet robe in one hand, to the little ghost beside Barritt, "There is too much wisdom accumulated here in our race...... "He pointed to his head with the staff in his other hand, "that's why we can't grow too tall." Remember, little girl, there's nothing wrong with being short, it's important to have intelligence. What's the use of being stupid and big like an ogre?"

Theodore Shining seems to have a lot of patience with children, regardless of race, dead or alive.

The voice of the cry for help was getting closer and closer, and it was rare that the voice of the caller was still very loud after so long.

After the parrot circled a stout dragon's blood tree in the shape of an umbrella, it suddenly turned around and flew back, and whispered to the people on the ground, "Be careful, there is a situation ahead." I saw the loud guy, a human, lying on the branch of a maple tree. And there are a lot of monsters attacking him under the tree. ”

Lots of monsters?" "Shhhh Barrett motioned for everyone to hide behind the Dragon's Blood Tree. Then he quietly poked his head out from behind the tree, and with his keen vision, he clearly saw the situation ahead.

It was a human male in his forties, dressed in linen and carrying a gray coarse cloth satchel on his back. The helper hugged a thick branch of the maple tree tightly with both hands, and was shouting for help at the top of his voice, apparently in good spirits.

And the monsters that attacked him under the trees were five jungle trolls, ten or so orcs, and a large group of goblins forgive, no, a group of green monsters.

Orc?Barrett frowned.

The scene he saw in front of him made him feel a slight disdain for this Lost Lock Enchantment in the initial shock and surprise.

Orcs, even if they are found in the jungle, should not be in the company of trolls and goblins. Although their skin is green and both are generally classified as "monsters", orcs are very different from the other two.

Although he was very hostile to orcs in his heart, Barrett had to admit that this was a very proud race, and would rather the entire race be endangered than bend his knees, so it was unlikely that he would be in the company of trolls and goblins.

Sure enough, it was an illusion made of magic, and although the whole scene was very grand, it was a little lacking when it came to the details. Barrett muttered to herself.

Of course, now is not the time to think about these things. The number of monsters is really large, which makes Barrett feel a little tricky, mainly because the output in his squad is seriously insufficient, and once the fight starts, he is unlikely to take care of the safety of others, so he must plan carefully.

Just as Barrett shrank his head and was about to start arranging his tactics, the magnetic voice in the sky that had disappeared for a long time suddenly sounded again.

[The 'Intruder' adventure team found people trapped in a tree asking for help, but the number of monsters under the tree made them a little embarrassed. What should be done? It would be nice if something could suddenly happen at this time and scare all these terrible monsters away!]

After the voice in the sky finished speaking, a purple number suddenly appeared in the air in front of everyone[16]

"Hey, what's going on?" the young bard ran curiously to the number, stretched out his hand and touched it, but touched nothing.

"I'm going to try it too. The little ghost also floated over, and the pale cyan spirit passed directly through the numbers. Then she flew back and overlapped her body with the number, so that [16] was imprinted on the door of her head.

Then the two guys who had a lot of fun laughed, while the remaining three ignored the two cute ones.

"I think that number has something to do with those three dice. "That might mean we need to roll the dice." ”

"And then?" Barrett asked, "what about the results?"

"As the voice said, maybe you don't need to fight to save the people in the trees. The parrot continued to speculate.

"Three dice can be rolled up to 18, so it makes sense that if you roll 16 or more, something can happen. The little mage stroked his beard and added.

"Then give it a try. Barrett took the dice out of the spatial ring, shook them twice in his palm, and then gently threw them forward.

3, 3, 1, a total of 7 o'clock, did not reach 16. Of course, Barrett wasn't frustrated by this, things were too unclear to know what might happen.

At this time, the magnetic male voice in the sky sounded again [The specified requirements were not met, the auxiliary plot was not triggered, and the battle was about to begin. 】

Immediately afterward, Barrett suddenly heard the monsters not far away, and let out an inexplicable angry roar. He cautiously poked his head out from behind the tree, and was shocked to find that the group of monsters who had not noticed their whereabouts before had all faced the dragon's blood tree, and began to rush towards it in waves.

Is this a fucking forced fight? Don't you even give time to prepare?

"Damn it, the monster is coming!" Barrett shouted, "go up the trees and watch your safety. He said to the bard and the little mage, "Phyllis, keep an eye out for yourself, Eve is with me!" He didn't believe that these monsters with stone axes and sticks could have magic weapons, so the little ghost should theoretically be invincible.

Barrett flashed out from behind the tree, swung his right hand forward violently, and the axe in his hand came out of his hand, slashing straight into the head of an orc, and the orc fell to the ground.

The remaining orcs and trolls roared again and rushed at him faster, and the goblins chirped and screamed, bouncing and running behind the big monsters.

Barrett beckoned, and the bronze ring beeped faintly. The one-handed axe on the orc's head shook from side to side twice, and then flew back with great speed.

Our Nord brute caught the one-handed axe with precision in his right hand and made a half-circle with inertia. The Iron Bride then holds an orc stick in her left hand, and her right resonates with a tomahawk that severs a troll's arm. However, such an injury was nothing for a jungle troll, and in a few moments, a new arm would grow from the broken section.

Barrett took a step back to avoid being mobbed, and shouted at the little mage who had just climbed the tree, "Ignite those trolls with spells." "Eve, attack anyone who comes near me with the 'Spectre Touch'. "Spirits do this, and Barrett has experienced it many times.

"I'm going to have something better, can I try it?"

"Whatever you want!" Barrett stabbed his sword in his left hand into the chest of an orc, and his axe in his right hand slashed at two goblins. The sword was then drawn, and the leather armor was used to resist the claws of a troll, slashing its head off with a single sword. He retreated, moved, and slaughtered the monsters.

The little ghost cleared its throat in midair, and then let out a 'scream of fear' that pierced the eardrums.

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